Tony "T-Funk" Pearyer - Penitentiary Bound lyrics

Welcome back to the East Side T-Funk and the Chemist Jayo Felony And the ultimate sh** right now Is for me to do a show for my n***as in the pen Bring sh** together Cause this is where we'll all be Peep game [ VERSE 1: Jayo Felony ] I rolls off with your sh**, people you can get a glance Shackles on my feet won't let the Loco dance Eatin em spreads and liftin got me on swoll Had my sh** creased, I'm comin home, I got parole When the Loco phone ring it's my homie Big Mike Low ( ? ) and big dick dada wanna stroke And get my balls licked, dick s**ed and f** till I'm yawnin But I gotta go report in the mornin f** it, 8:30 am piss in his cup, f** a piss test Mr. Bullet Loco, you're under arrest (for what?) You popped ( ? ) test and do you understand? They put the chains on my a** and put me in the f**in van I'm goin straight to Donovan, no county jail f**in parole violation, so I can't make bail The iron bars close, goddamn I hate the sound But you don't give a f** when you're penitentiary bound Sit down n***a, it's time to count The way they got sh** now Everybody's penitentiary bound [ VERSE 2: Jayo Felony ] ( ? ) come, come, n***a, give me room I put acid on my tongue and go the f** back to Neptune Who wanna beef with the East Side Rollin Hey, get your jaw swollen This is for every n***a that ever f**ed with a high speed chase Crashed into a pole, now take that gla** out your face They comin to get me yo, I don't give a f** no mo I'm ( ? ) got the .44, Bullet Loc will dodge the po-po On the 619 we got no time, for the bullsh** you get jacked Every hood talk that set-up when you hit the railroad track Matter of fact, don't let them cook you like no f**in hog, chief All I see is billy clubs, boots and dog teeth f** your mama as I bled on the ground I'm hand-cuffed to the bed and I know I'm penitentiary bound Sit down n***a, it's time to count The way they got sh** now Everybody's penitentiary bound [ VERSE 3: Jayo Felony ] I'm crushin these n***as and b**hes Cause see, nobody I ever trusted I hope Joe Sinister don't get his a** busted Come again coward, wash them draws for my men You don't know how to deal with the Babylon and Rin Tin Tin Hard ( ? ) hard, I come hard Like Oprah in _Color Purple_ I know there is a God I slaughter, you oughta run for the border I cripple a stick, choke a brick and tryin to drop a water Supporter of this mackin and this gangsta sh** Much love to Kurupt and the Dogg Pound click From D.C. to NYC trust I smoke dust I roll with Rush, n***as can say what they must They all want to know how I feel about _The Show_ I'm rockin in Utah ( ? ) and drink Pruno P-p-pa-pow, penitentiary bound ( ? ) the muthaf**in ( ? ) bitin my sound Will I ever play out? n***a, you know - never would At the end of the world it's gon be dippin through the neighborhood To be continued